Castiel leaned over to Crowley’s ear and whispered, “Missed you too, brugmansia.”

Garth opened the door and the two quickly parted and resumed their bitch faces.

I’m cackling, they are adorable. Also, this will be the end of my live blogging even though it’s not technically the end of the fic, because there’s a PLOT TWIST and I don’t want to ruin it for you all. But it’s hilarious and @pod7et has spun one hell of a yarn. Go read it and leave lots of kudos and comments because this fic is amazing.

“Omg reallllllly?” Dean questions, and then wishes to die, because how in the world did those words escape his mouth? He really needs a stopper on his mouth. Looking at the man, he can imagine just what the stopper needs to be.

Okay, so the man is not only sexy as fuck, but has a sense of humor too.

Has Dean died and gone to heaven?

“Not at all, Dean. Can I call you Dean?”

What?

“Okay, Dean- I’m assuming your silence on this matter to be confirmation- you were not drinking beer yesterday. You somehow ended up drinking a mixture of the Bear Beer and Speak Your Mind. Do you know what that is?”

Speak your mind… Dean has heard of it. Dean knows it is something he has heard of. He just doesn’t know what it is.

Shaking his head in negative, he leans forward slightly, eager to know what it is.

Oh shit, what if it is something harmful, dangerous, and Dean only has a day to live. What if… oh shit, what?!?!!

“No no no no no Dean, calm down, it is nothing bad. It just makes your tongue a lot looser.” The doctor hurriedly consoles the man.

Tongue looser my ass, Dean thinks, and then finally correlates the correlates what the doctor said with what he vaguely recalls Charlie telling him.